Friday, January 1st, 2016
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When it comes to ghosts, my grandmother has one solution: brew a pot of coffee. Like today, in Sadie Lancaster’s kitchen.
Sadie clutches her hands beneath her chin and stares at our percolator, her eyes huge. The thing gurgles and hisses as if it
resents being pressed into service. My own reflection in its side is distorted. When I was younger, I thought this was how ghosts see our world.

By the way, folks. I just want to remind all & sundry that, well, all & sundry can post episode discussion threads. Just copy and paste the relevant parts from the Drabblecasst.org page for the episode in question to make the header post, and Bob's your Aunty Mabel. After all, I'm not on the staff, and I've done the last dozen or so threads.

I really liked this story. The entire premise was absurd but the main character was constantly finding mundane things absurd...which cast light on how silly some of the things in our everyday lives are.